Mood swings Friday, July 29, 2005 7:02 AM
Yesterday was a good day. The day was distinguished by the depth and variety of the connections. I was elated. So much so that perfect strangers greeted me with a hello on the streets of New York. Could it be a manic phase of a bipolar disorder? I hesitate with concern and wrestle to remove these thoughts from my head and enjoy the gift. As with times of joy comes times of sorrow and I must endure those times of loss or seasons darkness. With wisdom comes the understanding that this will pass but you are not quite sure.
I have seen friends respond wonderfully from the new pharmaceuticals designed to control these swings. Some friends might advise that I get a prescription yet I have resisted and only consuming the ill-advised liquid that is dispensed from a tap. I struggle with these forces but as long as I am rewarded as I was yesterday I will continue on my current path.
The enemy is the ego. With age’s deterioration there is a full assault on the self. The best medicine is to reach out. This journey need not be traveled alone. You won’t find the security of the womb but discover the love and the beauty that lies beyond the boundary of you.
I just experienced a downer… on the elevator that is. It was packed with early summer weekend travelers. Squeezed in next to me was a psychiatrist I ran into with my son on a Montréal ski vacation. I learned on vacation of his research on the effects of Riddlin. He made conversation by joking about my work cloths of a t-shirt, shorts and running shoes.
The conversation skipped and danced between light banter and probing comments to be terminated by the arrival at the lobby. Waiting there was a Columbia University law professor in gym shorts. The rule I go by is to move beyond the meaningless words but search for joy and understanding through subtleties